Tales of a Hustler chords by Beanie Sigel, Sparks
Verse 1
Am
Beanie: Yeah, Sparks in here,
the truth in here
Sparks: Yeah
Beanie: Yeah, witness,
Tales of a hustler
Sparks: I'm going to
ride, nigga
Beanie: Ya know, this just the life we live,
uh; this just the life we lead
Sparks: Yeah, yeah, gangsta
Beanie: Tales, tales
Sparks: Gangsta! Yeah
Sparks: Sugar coat
[Sparks] Omillio Sparks, the young gun
Verse 2
Am
My life
as an adolescent,
said I'll go through something
Other guys try to stand in
my way like brick walls
So I kept guns in my palm
like Messiah scripts in Psalms
I should fear no man but God
So, Lord knows we could get it on
G
Guns baptized guys testing my pride
Am
Clearing my conscience
in the liquor store
With a fifth of Thunderbird,
but I be guzzling hard
G
Am
Playing the corners with
a washed- up old- head
Chant tunes by the Whispers
Same corner where I banged
at with niggas
Cops drive by and grin on us
If they grabbed then
One of them nosy neighbors done
snitched on us (Again?)
Hey, this game juicy got
me puffing loosies
Every two days interrogated by the police
See, this life I live cost more than
your Roley's money
It cost my homey Nook his whole life,
ya heard me?
When he was here,
it was easy to love him like a brother
Now that's he's gone I find
it difficult to talk to his mother
I mean, what do you say to a woman
That's just lost her only son to the
game and the gun, except
"Mami, I'm a ride for him."?
The look that she gave me like, "Sparks,
you got some nerve."
G
'Cause most of these niggas
Am
don't keep their words
Now I'm under pressure
And I can't even break
that type of promise
And y'all niggas paint that picture
G
Am
Risking your freedom
On the strength of memories of him
The time he made you laugh
The time he bust his gat when
them other niggas ran
How real is that?
Omillio Sparks, niggas, holla back
Verse 3
Am
[Beanie] Tales
of a hustler
Verse 4
Am
[Chorus x 2] In this life you not
promised tomorrow
So take the bitter with the
sweet and maintain
In these vicious streets
Carry your heat,
and keep your mind on your money
Life's a gamble; everybody
got a number, homey
G
Am
Tales of a hustler!
Verse 5
Am
[Beanie] I'm
back to the block with it
Wait, let me clear that up
I'm back to the blocks that you
get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water
when the pot hit it
Get large with a little water
when you pop wit' it
I send hope to late scramblers
Sling coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke,
sling soap to you late night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook; catch hooks
broke; late night gamblers
Look, you loose limbs when fuck with him
That be I strapped and high
G
Am
FBI all on back, want to trap the guy
Got niggas in all black want
G
to snatch my pies
Am
Never that, too many gats
Too many guns
Too many vests
Tough guys, not too many left
Where they at?
Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I ain't too far from hell
I'll spit the devil these bars in hell
Dog, I been through it, son
G
Look at my scars and tell
Am
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented
No excuses on who might be in it
G
Am
You know passenger
twisting backwoods
Slightly spinning
Crack the window,
the indo slightly scented
Splash of haze and hash lightly blended
Put the pressure on niggas
G
who might be timid
Am
Like, you got like a minute
To put the cash in this bag
or ya ass just might be in it
In small piece, I'll snatch your family up
Start from tall nephews to
your small nieces
Bitches
Outro 1
[Chorus]
Am
G
Am
Tales of a Hustler
Beanie Sigel, Sparks
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